The wrong campus players

By kirong shadrak
My penchant for new things have unabatedly been growing. Talk of the latest campus butterfly hugging styles, 2011/12 tips on how to keep a campus gal, crazy vibes, mama mbogas evening special offers, the new Triumph of love soap, the shortest route to muscle- torturing chambers (gym) via Lavington East (Hoste L, ladies wing), and we will preciously be reading from the same page.

But allow me to open another page watermarked ‘THE WRONG CAMPUS PLAYERS’. Pragmatically not van persie’s or Ronnie’s type, but rather a replica of a die-hard charged Gor fan ready to project the ninetieth minute missile into the field, just incase the contracted referee renege the terms of the agreement. And if my reference book, unfortunately gathering dust in MTL is to be opened , it undoubtedly from the table of contents to blurb lend credence to these campus breed, as far as their character construction, how they go about their nocturnal activities , their life speed governors within the campus precincts and even their love expertise.

My dezaya to know these reputable ear worthy characters is not however a breach of my new taste, but rather an advancement on my know- how, in the field of relation- sheep. And I blow the whistle. Teresita, not her real name comes from a pious family, where BS and prayers are requisite before any other daily engagements. She met her first boyfi peter, famously known as pitaa the galloper, feared for his talent in galloping five bottles of naps without blinking. The two met during fresher’s night .Teresita’s dream of having landed on Mr. rights airstrip was short-lived, thanks to pitaa’s order of disorderliness and carelessly exposing his labyrinth of panya routes , to other more warmer beds around Koinange (hostel K).Her prayer to date, is to see her one nightstand ex-name changed to bitter pitaa the blinking galloper. Call it spite or traitors loop, but the fact is the game was over!

Offside the match also is Semena, who nothing can be a stumbling block from getting whatever she needs, whenever she wants. And not even Dudisha’s gold showers of love, can reduce her velocity from taking two crazy laps in Central Business District (hostel H), whenever the absentee Dudii takes a leave off the campus bee- hive of activies.The latest commission of inquiry revealed that she was red carded after deliberately playing the match into an extra wee hours of the night.

Aside from the local league, are reigning premier champs. Interestingly their game fixtures mostly are away (Tao) from the usual field ( campo).And if the so called ‘campus boys’ as they wish to call succeeds in sailing their semi automatic boats across, to the migingo island for a friendly match, the scores are oftenly comprised by the strong winds of Oooo….jees! and maaaai!

On top of the table are champion’s league holders, probably in their fourth or fifth years of training and playing. These team i am told hosts no friendly or away matches, but instead operate on referee rules; putting on right attire for the match, no sweet talking when the game has started, no fake or blind passes and finally no strings attached.

And before I blow my final whistle, is another team on relegation. Their professional play in the field was quite admirable, unfortunately they succumbed to minor injuries ‘ball’ during their intense and tensed rollicking rollercoaster of fun and romantic replays and now they are assembling their energies and skills once again in preparation for the next season take off, in a bid to secure postions in the subtitution bench.